Walking in the crowd, Qin Ming was recognized.
For a moment, the sound of compliments surrounded his ears.
There are also many female disciples showing great hospitality.
Seeing this scene, Qin Ming secretly shook his head.
In the past, when his talent was poor, he met a disciple on the road, and the other party didn't even say hello.
But now, knowing that he has the talent for alchemy, he will inevitably become so prosperous in the future, so many people come to cultivate friendship.
"Although the strength of the sect is now strong, the disciples are not united."
"This kind of strength is just superficial strength."
Seeing these people, Qin Ming thought of Hua Yuzong.
Think of Jue Wuya, Yang Shu and other disciples.
I don't know how they are now.
Among the crowd, Qin Ming finally reached the top of the mountain.
There are huge stages here, and many disciples are already standing under the stage, looking forward to it.
In the distance of the performance stage, a wooden shed was erected, and a small number of deacons and elders sat above it.
At the same time, Qin Ming found Xi Xing's figure.
He is in the densest place, or in other words, the reason why the crowd is the most secret place is because of Xi Xing.
Surrounding Xi Xing, there were men and women, and they talked quietly, and from time to time they complimented Xi Xing, a horse head looked like Zhan.
And Xi Xing at the center, enjoying this compliment, is fluttering.
At this time, a disciple pointed to Qin Ming and said something to Xi Xing.
Xi Xing, who was smiling all over his face, changed his face and looked towards Qin Ming.
"Those who want to participate in the competition, come here to sign up. An hour later, the competition will officially begin." An elder sitting in the front of the wooden shed, shouted.
As soon as the voice fell, many disciples quickly walked to the wooden shed, consciously lining up.
Qin Ming didn't pay attention to Xi Xing, he strode towards the team.
Xi Xing is just a warrior who has a promising future by relying on his elders.
Besides, no matter how promising he is, he doesn't care about Qin Ming.
Qin Ming only cares about his own strength now.
Only when one's own strength improves can one have more wealth.
Only by having more wealth can we save the small world.
Compared with relatives and friends, everything else is trivial.
Seeing that Qin Ming didn't care about him, Xi Xing frowned.
Since that day, on the road, although no one was laughing at him, he always felt that someone was pointing at him from behind.
After more than a month, I finally let the events of that day fade.
Although no one talked about it anymore, it was already rooted in his heart.
Especially now that I see Qin Ming, his murderous intent is boiling, and I want to slap Qin Ming on the spot.
"Zhang Ziqing's trash, what the is he doing, can't even do this little thing."
"Or Qin Ming knew he was going to kill him, so he hid?"
Xi Xing's face was uncertain, and he had been rewarded by Zhang Ziqing.
Although I really want to order Zhang Ziqing to leave him alone, he rushed into Qin Ming's room and smashed him into thousands of pieces.
But it is also clear that where Qin Ming lives, his disciples are generally very strong.
If it did not kill Qin Ming with a single blow, he would most likely be saved by other disciples.
If Zhang Ziqing is caught, he will also be exposed.
Therefore, although I wanted to kill Qin Ming, I didn't do anything.
Only after Qin Ming was alone, he could think of a way.
Unexpectedly, this wait, wait for today.
Although Qin Ming went out today, today is the Zong Sect potential contest, and countless disciples have no chance to do it.
